a good idea. But oh, she was tempted. Tempted enough that she knew sheâd give in if she didnât move.
âIâm going in now,â she told him and pushed against him again, trying to lever herself up.
Sean held on to her. âOne kiss. See if we can melt all this snow.â
Her gaze dropped to his mouth then lifted to meet his eyes. Temptation had never looked so good, she thought, knowing that she was in far deeper water than sheâd ever been in before. No, she wasnât some shy virgin. She was a widow. And the man she had loved and married had been nothing like Sean.
Sam Wells had been sweet, kind, soft-spoken. An easygoing man with a ready smile and a gentle nature. Kate wasnât used to dealing with a man who wore arrogance and confidence like a second skin. And blast it, she couldnât understand why she found him so...attractive.
Then, while her thoughts were muddled and her defenses down, Sean tugged her closer and closed his mouth over hers.
So much heat. It was a wonder the snow they were lying in didnât melt into slush.
While her body lit up like a glowing neon sign, Kateâs mind flashed a warning. Melt snow? If he kept this up, Sean would melt her bones .
Pull away, she told herself. Stop this now. But she wasnât going to stop and she knew it. It had been so longâ too longâsince sheâd been held, kissed. That was why she was reacting so wildly to Seanâs touch, she assured herself. It wasnât personal. It was simply a biological need that hadnât been so much as acknowledged for two years.
But when his tongue tangled with hers, she had to admit, at least silently, that it was this man causing her reaction. Not just a kiss, but Seanâs kiss.
For a week, sheâd worked with him, argued with him and, yes, dreamed about him. Now his hands were on her, his mouth was devouring hers and all she could think was more . This was so unlike her. So out of the realm of her ordinary world she had no idea what to do or how to handle it.
He broke the kiss, stared at her as if sheâd just dropped out of the sky from Mars, then shook his head. âWell, damn. If Iâd known what kissing you would be like, Iâd have done it a week ago.â
Gazing into his beautiful blue eyes, she blurted out before she could stop herself, âI might have let you.â
One corner of his truly fabulous mouth tipped up. âMight?â
He already thought far too much of himself, so no way was she going to feed an ego that was already strong enough for three healthy men.
âI think weâre way past âmight,â Kate,â he said, his fingers rubbing at the base of her neck until she wanted to purr in reaction.
That realization made Kate pull back, shake her head. âNo, we are not going to do this.â
âNot here, anyway,â Sean agreed. âWeâll freeze to death.â
Not the way she was feeling at the moment, Kate thought. Despite the cold, the snow, the icy chill of the wind, she felt only the heat. That was the problem. Determined to put some space between them, Kate shoved herself to her feet. Sean did the same, then caught her elbow in a firm grip.
âYouâre going to pretend nothing happened?â
âIt was a kiss, Sean. Thatâs all.â She slipped out of his grasp, pulled off her cap, tore the band from her hair and shook it free until it lay thick around her shoulders.
âA hell of a kiss, Kate.â
She felt the imprint of his fingers right through her jacket and sweater as if he was touching her bare skin. What would it be like if he actually touched her? Oh, donât think about that...
âKateââ
âWe need to get more wood.â
âOh, Iâve got plenty of wood.â
He gave her a slow smile as his eyebrows arched. Kate blew out a breath. Well, sheâd walked right into that double entendre. âFunny.â
He grinned. âTold